The subject of writing came up this morning as a writer gave their opinion on something and I didn’t agree. The person I was with shrugged their shoulders and said, “Well, he’s a successful writer he does it for a living.” I know this wasn’t meant to be a negative dig at me but I couldn’t help but take it that way. I usually don’t let the opinions of others bother me or effect my vibe, but I just couldn’t help it. I have worked my ass off as a writer and, though I may not be Stephen King, I am happy with what I have done so far in the pursuit of my dreams. I walked away from the conversation second-guessing my talent and, because I’ve been dealing with a severe block, I wondered if I should even bother with it anymore.
I have been struggling to get started again, writing is a very deep part of me and I haven’t been the same since I had to walk away from it four years ago. Before that happened things were going exceptionally well; I was working for an underground magazine which published my writing in over 25 countries, I was meeting photographers and other artists from all over the world and I was travelling the east coast in the search of adventure and the next awesome thing to discover and write about. Life was awesome! So awesome that I reached a point where I stepped down from my writing postition at the magazine to write my first novel and for the next three years I worked my ass off to produce the story spinning around in my head.
I was so excited to finally be getting to end of my final rewrite before I was ready to publish it…..and that’s when life happened. First, my computer glitched and shut down sending my manuscript into a millionaire n hashtags that no professional could recover (I spent the next two years trying). I was devastated! And not just because I had lost all my work but because my husband had just announced he wanted a divorce and we were losing the house just one week before this. Once I lost my book I knew there would be no way I would ever have the opportunity to rewrite it now that I was facing life as a single mom with three kids.
That was four years ago next month and, though I returned to my writing several times over the past few years, I just haven’t been able to put the time needed into it. And now that I have remarried and I’m home again with the baby I have all the time in the world to he creative but it’s just not there. No matter what I try to get unblocked it just doesn’t work. Go for a walk, sleep, read, be creative in other ways, sit down and force myself to write….you name it I’ve tried it! So the comment this morning, not meant to be ignorant in any way, has put me in a weird mood. I’m a successful writer, right? I don’t have a book deal and I’m not making millions, but I can spin a pretty badass tale when I’m not blocked!
I refuse to let this comment shut me down, I want to use it as fuel to get back into writing but I need a little help. What do you do to get past a block? What do you do when people toss an inconsiderate comment your way? How do you get moving after everything you worked so hard for was lost and it’s been years of not writing?